Dad blamed wind blew the roof off my bird feeder. Just the metal, not underlying wood, but still it’s flapping. Too darn cold and windy to go fix it now. I’ve got two or three new feeders like it down in my workshop. Maybe I’ll just switch the bad feeder out with a new one until I get present used one fixed.[private]
Wind blew Doghouse’s door open three times last night too. I just close it snug, not latched so I can pull it open with baler twine tied to it’s knob which I can pull from my recliner without standing up. It’s all part of my heating thermostat system.
A fire generally makes me too hot due to incompatible sizes of stove and Doghouse. Even coldest nights I’ll usually break out in a sweat and door will need a bit of adjustment to maintain comfort levels. A pair of L.L. Bean rubber shoes on Doghouse’s floor act as adjustable bumper stop for pulled door when sweat starts running down my neck. Cool/cold outside air knocks inside temperature down to manageable levels. When my legs and feet, closest to the door get a bit chilly, I wake up and push door snug again with Grandfather Cook’s old farm walking stick.
A normal cold night usually requires one cycle of pulling open and pushing closed. Last night required four closings following high wind induced openings. I finally just slammed it shut, made sure it was latched and settled back to finish the night at whatever temperature happened.
A skiff of snow on the ground this morning, but it’s dry this spring. Awful dry at the moment. Not much spring mud this year. Yesterday evening I noticed Moore’s Run level down around base of bath rock just off Doghouse’s deck. Water level about the same as a normal summer already. No way to begin gardening season.
In fact I tried to plow Big House’s garden Friday. Gave it up. Went over same small patch twice with big tractor powered tiller and barely got it in the ground. Of course I didn’t get a cover crop in last fall to help organic matter and tilth, but still it shouldn’t be this hard this early. Wonder what it will be like when real hot dry gets here later in the season.
Speaking of gardening reminds me. I’ve got to get to work on my tomato ladders. My old table saw, necessary for ladder parts died and I’ve ordered a new one. It should arrive this week. A good table saw, a miter/cut off saw and a drill press plus lumber, dowels and twine are all I need. Time too. I’m so busy hiding from work these days I can hardly find time to do anything worthwhile.
I have enough parts on hand left over from last year to make maybe two dozen ladders. Considering requests I’ve received to try them out based upon my enthusiastic description, I’ll need plenty more. Of course, too many requests might make the whole project turn into more work to be avoided. I’ll have to be careful to limit my enthusiasm.
Those two old benches in Big House’s breezeway are still calling also. I’d planned on building some to match them, but haven’t gotten around to it yet. My Pap sat on those benches when he was a boy. They’ve stood up well over a hundred years and I want some more like them. Tomato ladders, bird feeders and benches, all projects planned for my retirement shop. Now if I can just find time away from lazies.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the wind is still blowing and bird feeder roof is still flapping. Doves, Cardinals, Red Bellied Wood Peckers are skittish. Gotta do something about my birds. Gotta go out now in good daylight to see if wind has anything else flapping or broken.
[/private] Until next week.